Mafia Kingz (Zico)
  • MGA BUMASA 270
  • Mga Boto 11
  • Mga Parte 8
  • Oras 44m
  • MGA BUMASA 270
  • Mga Boto 11
  • Mga Parte 8
  • Oras 44m
Ongoing, Unang na-publish May 31, 2016
One day, one night, was all it took to scar me for vengeance. I was at the age of 3 when it all became clear. I was walking along the streets with both of my parents and my little sister one day on a peaceful street. Life was okay. Nothing bad had ever happened to us...until that night. Nothing came to mind except for the fact we needed to get home. The neighbourhood we lived in wasn't the best place to live. Every night you would hear gun shots, ambulances, and many people arguing if you listened. That night we went walking already had a precaution sign wrapped around it but we continued without hesitation. We finally arrived at home as everything seemed normal but none of us saw what was truly about to happen. I was upstairs at the moment playing toys with my sister until a loud bang came at our door. I ran downstairs seeing that my mom was bleeding from her head. She was with her husband and a boy around my age. Right than my father grabbed both me and the little boy
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 | ✓ ni NefeliElTelehi
60 Parte Kumpleto
I ran downstairs in the living room to see all my brothers circling Nefeli who was looking for me desperately, in panic. Ah, I knew the scream could be heard and would make her worry too much. When we made eye contact she literally just jumped on me, almost suffocating me from how tight her hug was. I was taken aback for the first two seconds but then I hugged her back, not knowing what was happening. "Thank God you are safe!" she whispered in my ear, making me more confused than before. I looked over to my brothers who were equally unaware of what was happening, except Aiden and Alex who were motioning for me to wait. "Of course I am okay, Nefeli, what happened?" I asked worriedly. Seeing her like that makes my heart clench. I could not stand watching her in panic. "I heard Alex and Aiden talking about something in Italian and they said something about Mafia! We are being threatened by Mafia?!" she yelled in my face, tears ready to escape her chocolate brown eyes. Everyone exchanged looks and we could not help but burst into loud laughter as Nefeli was looking at us confused. "Love, we are not threatened by Mafia" Cole said after he calmed down. "We ARE the Mafia" • • • _______________________________________________________ ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ Mentions of abuse, violence, harsh language, bad mental health, and light depression! Also, I don't own any of the photos! • • • ENGLISH IS NOT MY MOTHER LANGUAGE, I'M SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL OR VOCABULARY MISTAKES! • • • Please read 'Before You Read' in the first character chap! It's very important! • • • Started: October 4th, 2020 Finished: March 6th, 2021
Siblings ni Hjc0703
54 Mga Parte Kumpleto Mature
[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.
The Split ni moocifer7722
11 Parte Ongoing Mature
WARNING VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED THERE IS DEPICTIONS OF TORTURE, ABUSE, SEX, AND DEATH. THERE IS FOUL LANGUAGE AND GANG RELATED DETAILS. NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! I've never wrote a story before so please be kind and bare with me! If you stick around, you will see this complex story turn into an action packed romance that leaves you craving more! ************************************************** This is my story. My name is Jemma; though the select few know me as Ruby Rose. Dumb nickname if you ask me, but that's what I get for marking my murders with a single blood cover rose. What can I say I've got a little bit of class. Well anyways, that's not important right now. This is my origin story. How I went from a sweet innocent women struggling to make ends meet to a merciless killer for the head mafia family Terravino. I've now got 2 families and 2 lives. Both full of love and tainted red by the blood I've shed. Trauma is what started it all... As I lay there in her arms, under the giant oak tree, I could see the red and blue lights glistening off the leaves above me creating an ocean of red and blues. My ears were still ringing from the gun shots. So everything was quiet. I felt the weight of the gun slip from my hand and land on the soft grass next to us. I tilted my head towards Anya's face. Streams of tears and bloody snot ran down her beaten and bruised face. I thought to myself; "This isn't right! I can't die here. Not in front of her! I can hold on longer, I have to."
Pyro ni EmmelieMadsen
13 Parte Ongoing Mature
Let me tell you my story, the one about how I died. Don't worry, though. I came back. They say when someone shares their story, they're sharing their burden. Seeking someone to help carry the weight that bends their shoulders, hoping their troubles will float away like helium balloons into the endless sky. Your silence becomes their sanctuary, a vacuum they fill with dust-covered memories. If you speak, do it gently - a nod, a smile, the ghost of a touch on their shoulder. But my story? It's different. It carved its path because trust becomes a luxury I could no longer afford. How could it not, when the one person who swore to never betray me did exactly that? The one who promised never to hurt me, broke me. The one who vowed to stay, walked away. So tell me, why trust anyone else when the person I trusted the most killed me in every way but physical? Until they managed that too. They say the most dangerous predators are the ones who look like prey. I learned this truth through split knuckles and shattered promises, through blood on my tongue and threats whispered against skin. Through playing weak while gathering my strength in darkness. Now I watch him, this self-proclaimed hunter in his own game. He doesn't see he's just another piece being moved across someone else's board. The mafia's golden prince, they whisper. If only they knew what lurks beneath that polished veneer. What dances behind those eyes that mirror the shadows I know so well. But shadows? They're born from fire. And somewhere out there, someone's striking matches, leaving black roses on cooling ashes, drawing closer with every corpse that falls. They call him Pyro. And when that name drops in a room. Well, let's just say I'm not the only one with secrets worth killing for. Some demons wear designer suits. Some victims wear crowns. And some fires are worth burning for. Welcome to the game. Trust no one. Not even me.
Her Capture,His Desire  ni alluringdiva
20 Parte Ongoing
"Please don't hurt me" I begged. "Oh I'm not going to hurt you... not as long as you behave yourself" he said, leaning his face closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face and I could smell his cologne, it was a scent of musk and something darker... "But if you try anything..." he says, his voice taking a dangerous edge. "If you try to run or scream or otherwise cause any trouble... well then, I might change my mind". My heart rate quickened and I just nodded my head. "Good girl, you're making this easier for both of us". Suddenly, he grips my chin tightly, his body now fully pressed against mine, I could feel his hardness against my body and I let out an involuntary gasp. "Shh, you don't want to wake mommy and daddy do you?" I nodded my head, unable to form words . "Good girl, just do as I say and every thing will be fine..." ♥ A girl is separated from the only person who cared for her when she is sold to the Mafia. The person she's given to happens to be a cruel yet powerful Mafia King. As time goes by he can't help but feel possessive of her and starts caring for her in his own way. However the dangerous world they inhabit is anything but forgiving. Together they must navigate the dangerous world of the mafia and find a way to balance their relationship amidst a web of violence and deception. Will they be able to find a way to stay together or will the dangerous world they inhabit tear them apart and leave their story unfinished?. Find out in this thrilling story of danger, desire and redemption which will keep you on the edge of your seat till the very last chapter...
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I ran downstairs in the living room to see all my brothers circling Nefeli who was looking for me desperately, in panic. Ah, I knew the scream could be heard and would make her worry too much. When we made eye contact she literally just jumped on me, almost suffocating me from how tight her hug was. I was taken aback for the first two seconds but then I hugged her back, not knowing what was happening. "Thank God you are safe!" she whispered in my ear, making me more confused than before. I looked over to my brothers who were equally unaware of what was happening, except Aiden and Alex who were motioning for me to wait. "Of course I am okay, Nefeli, what happened?" I asked worriedly. Seeing her like that makes my heart clench. I could not stand watching her in panic. "I heard Alex and Aiden talking about something in Italian and they said something about Mafia! We are being threatened by Mafia?!" she yelled in my face, tears ready to escape her chocolate brown eyes. Everyone exchanged looks and we could not help but burst into loud laughter as Nefeli was looking at us confused. "Love, we are not threatened by Mafia" Cole said after he calmed down. "We ARE the Mafia" • • • _______________________________________________________ ⚠️ DISCLAIMER ⚠️ Mentions of abuse, violence, harsh language, bad mental health, and light depression! Also, I don't own any of the photos! • • • ENGLISH IS NOT MY MOTHER LANGUAGE, I'M SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMATICAL OR VOCABULARY MISTAKES! • • • Please read 'Before You Read' in the first character chap! It's very important! • • • Started: October 4th, 2020 Finished: March 6th, 2021